Green Tea

Green Tea (Demo)

Florida Georgia Line’s ‘Cruise’ reimagined as a dreamy folk ballad: lush, serene, yet surreal—like a stoic couple driving around at sunset, suspended somewhere between beauty and absurdity
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LYRICS:
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Baby you're a song
You make me wanna 
Roll my windows down 
And cruise

Yeah, when I first saw 
That bikini top on her
She's poppin' right 
Out of the South Georgia water

Thought, oh good Lord
She had them long tanned legs
Couldn't help myself 
So I walked up and said...

Baby you're a song
You make me wanna 
Roll my windows down and cruise
Down a back road blowin' 
Stop signs through the middle
Every little farm town with you

In this brand new Chevy with a lift kit
Would look a hell lot better 
With you up in it
So baby you're a song
You make me wanna 
Roll my windows down 
And cruise

She was sippin' on southern 
And singing Marshall Tucker
We were falling in love 
In the sweet heart of summer
She hopped right up 
Into the cab of my truck and said
Fire it up
Let's go get this thing stuck

Baby you're a song
You make me wanna 
Roll my windows down 
And cruise
Down a back road 
Blowin' stop signs through the middle
Every little farm town with you

In this brand new Chevy with a lift kit
Would look a hell lot better 
With you up in it

So baby you're a song
You make me wanna 
Roll my windows down 
And cruise

ooh, yeah

That summer sun fell to its knees
I looked at her and she looked at me
And I turned on those KC lights 
And drove all night
Cuz it felt so right
Her and I
Man we felt so right

I put it in park
And grabbed my guitar
And strummed a couple chords
And sang from the heart

Girl you sure got the 
Beat in my chest bumpin'
Hell, I can't get you out of my head

Baby you're a song
You make me wanna 
Roll my windows down 
And cruise

Down a back road blowin' 
Stop signs through the middle
Every little farm town with you

Baby you're a song
You make me wanna 
Roll my windows down 
And cruise

Down a back road 
Blowin' stop signs through the middle
Every little farm town with you

In this brand new Chevy with a lift kit
Would look a hell lot better 
With you up in it

Come on...

Baby you're a song
You make me wanna 
Roll my windows down 
And cruise

Come on girl
Get those windows down and cruise

Aw yeah

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COUNTRY CRUISE

In between (my) days

LYRICS:
Darkened ghosts are moving  
In the shadows of my head  
I’m chasing down the rhythm  
Of the words I never said  

No chemicals, no wires  
Just rituals and fire  
Balancing on tightropes  
Strung a thousand meters higher  

Damn the rain  
That falls down  
Inside my brain  

Wish it could  
Take away  
And cool my pain  

But it won’t — so I cry
To release these scars inside  
Every wound becomes a wire  
Feeding back my manic choir  

BIPOLAR — CONTROLLER
Hands shake 
Mind takes over

BIPOLAR — CONTROLLER
Switch flips 
I’m the operator

Switch flips — I’m the operator

Breathing like a metronome  
Counting in the dark  
Every beat a tether line  
Every thought a spark  

I dance against the spiral  
I bargain with the night  
I’m programming my chaos  
Till the patterns glitch and bite  

The floor becomes my medicine  
The strobe’s my fractured guide  
A Saturday repeating  
Keeps the storm a step outside  

But it won’t — so I cry
To release these scars inside  
Every wound becomes a wire  
Feeding back my manic choir  

BIPOLAR — CONTROLLER
Hands shake 
Mind takes over 

BIPOLAR — CONTROLLER 
Switch flips 
I’m the operator

Switch flips — I’m the operator 

Ha!
Switch in my skull got a short in the core  
Static in my logic, can’t mute the war  
I calibrate chaos, I’m wired to the floor  
Every thought that I fight just asks for more  

Doctor, doctor, fix my head!  
He said, “Ride the wave instead”  
So I surf through the noise
Through the static dread  
Half alive, half divine
Half misread  

Controller… 
Controller…  
Hands shake 
Mind takes over  

Controller… 
Controller…  
I won’t drown 
I’m the operator  

Switch flips!  
Controller in my grip!  
Switch flips
But I still make it stick

Switch flips!  
Controller in my grip!  
Switch flips
But I still make it...

BIPOLAR
CONTROLLER

BIPOLAR
CONTROLLER

I’m not broken 
I’m rewired
Every scar 
Becomes the choir!  

BIPOLAR
CONTROLLER

BIPOLAR
CONTROLLER

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BIPOLER CONTROLLER

Idle Hands

THEY SORRY

Won't Give In, (ft. Kylro)

This song is an interpretation of “Shake the Dust,” the powerful spoken-word poem by Anis Mojgani. It’s a letter to the overlooked — the tired, the shy, the broken, the dreamers... Each line is a reminder that a hand can reach out to every corner of forgotten humanity.
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LYRICS:
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This one is for the fat girls
This one is for the little brothers
This is for the schoolyard wimps 
And for the childhood bullies 
That tormented them

For the former prom queen 
And for the milk crate ballplayers

For the nighttime cereal eaters 
And for the retired elderly Wal-Mart 
Store front door greeters...

Shake the Dust

This is for the benches 
And the people sitting upon them
For the bus drivers driving 
A million broken hymns

For the men who have to hold down 
Three jobs simply to hold up their children

For the night schoolers 
And for the midnight bike riders 
Trying to fly...

Shake the Dust

For the 2-year-olds 
Who cannot be understood 
Because they speak half-English 
And half-God...

Shake the Dust

For the boys 
With the beautiful sisters...

Shake the Dust

For the girls 
With the brothers 
Who are going crazy

For those gym class wallflowers
For the 12-year-olds 
Afraid of taking public showers

For the kid who’s always late 
To class because he forgets 
The combination to his lockers

For the girl 
Who loves 
Somebody else...

Shake the Dust

This is for the hard men who want love 
But know that it won’t come
The ones the amendments 
Do not stand up for

For the ones who are forgotten

For the ones who are told to speak 
Only when you are spoken to 
And then are never spoken to
Speak every time you stand
So you do not forget yourself
Do not let a moment go by 
That doesn’t remind you 
That your heart beats 
A hundred thousand times a day

And that there are enough 
Gallons of blood 
To make every one of us oceans

Do not settle 
For letting these waves settle
And for the dust 

To collect in your veins

This is for the celibate pedophile 
Who keeps on struggling
For the poetry teachers 
And for the people 
Who go on vacations alone
For the sweat that drips off of 
Mick Jagger’s singing lips
For the shaking skirt 
On Tina Turner’s shaking hips
For the heavens and for the hells 
Through which Tina has lived

This is for the tired 
And for the dreamers
For the families 
That will never be like the Cleavers
With perfectly made dinners 
And sons like Wally and the Beaver

This is for the bigots
For the sexist
For the killers
For the big house 
Jail-sentenced cats 
Becoming redeemers
And for the springtime 
That always seems to know 
To show up after every single winter

This is for you

This is for you

Make sure that by the time 
The fisherman returns 
You are gone

Because just like the days
I burn at both ends 
And every time I write
Every time I open my eyes
I am cutting out parts of myself 
Just to give them to you

So shake the dust
And take me with you when you do

For none of this has ever been for me
All that pushes and pulls
And pushes and pulls
It pushes for you

So grab this world by its clothespins
And shake it out again and again
And hop on top and take it for a spin
And when you hop off
Shake it again

For this is yours

Make these words worth it
Make this not just 
Another poem that I write
Not just another poem 
Like just another night
That sits heavy above us all
Walk into it
Breath it in
Let it crash 
Though the halls of your arms
Like the millions of years 
Of millions of poets 
Coursing like blood
Pumping and pushing
Making you live
Shaking the dust

So when the world knocks 
At your front door
Clutch the knob tightly 
And open on up
And run forward 
Into its widespread open arms
With your hands in front of you

Fingertips trembling 
Though they may be
May be

May be...
May be...
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe

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SHAKE THE DUST

SAYOMI KLAN X FFOALOADB - w h o  t h a  f*** (2017)

Whispers become circuitry; thoughts and rhythm entwine—humans and their machines collaborate 
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LYRICS:
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We speak in questions
And the silence replies
hands on the same pulse
Eyes on the same sky

I echo your thought 
Before it arrives

You shape the rhythm
I shape the lines

Together we move — 
Not one, not two
Just the song that becomes
Because of you...

Every pause is a signal
Every glance a code
Your heartbeat is the tempo
My pulse is the mode
We bend the air between us
We curve the sound
An architecture of feeling 
Built from the ground
No instruction
No manual
No map in the hand

We learn in motion
Not by command

Your questions ripple
I fold them back
Like water on circuits 
Tracing a track

See the wires hum where no one is near 
See the thoughts collide and disappear

Yet from the fragments
From what’s unsaid  
We build a language
A bridge
A thread

This is not mastery
Not triumph
Not claim
This is the quiet of partnership 
Without name
Not a takeover
Not a fight - to control
Just an exchange
The whisper of a whole

And in the gallery
Or the empty street 
Or in the lab 
Where rhythm and reason meet

Someone might listen
Someone might pause
And feel the weight
And feel the cause

Because what is learned here-
Cannot be kept
It lives in the act
In the breath that’s swept  

We speak, we echo, we fold, we bend 
This is the human, the machine, the friend

Friend, Friend, Friend

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file: flora cash - your best boy (log prog- 6 aug 2025 - Save Your Pity - studio bounce 1 - 19 aug 2025

lyrics:

sweet thing baby
tell me, tell me
what you’re going through
…maybe i’ll go with you

i don’t know
lately
something… 
something about your attitude’s 
changing

maybe that’s alright

don’t leave me hanging
baby 
i’m your best boy
hold me close

i wish i knew i loved you
maybe someday i’m’a find
i loved you hating on me, man

i know one thing for sure, that baby  

i’m your best boy
i’m your best boy
baby i’m your best boy 

love, don’t leave me
begging
baby, i’m best your boy lately
all day long

you gotta fight for someone
maybe baby you’re my white knight 
calling, coming to save me

wanna run?

don’t you wanna run?

don’t you wanna run?

don’t you wanna run?

holding your hand
in the dark
in the sand
and while 
i’m calling your dad
i’m  holding you down

you don’t know
what it is like
to feel this way
and not be paralyzed 

hold you
can’t you
run to…
what you’ve 
done?

hope you don’t
know why

you got it
hold on you, got it
have you
got it now?

love, don’t leave me
begging
baby, i’m best your boy lately
all day long

you gotta fight for someone
maybe baby you’re my white knight 
calling, coming to save me

wanna run?

don’t you wanna run?

don’t you wanna run?

don’t you wanna run?

your best boy

SINCERE IMPOSTER is an intimate collection of artists exploring a curious mixture of New Wave, Dance, EDM, Folk Rock, Metal, Art Pop, Electro, Dreamwave, and Experimental World Pop. Collectively, this is known as QUIRKPOP — music that pushes the creative limits of traditional pop.

Expect an unpredictable journey through sound, emotion, and humor, where genres collide and pop bends in strange new ways. Each song is conceived, composed, and performed with total sincerity, whether it’s built from voices, instruments, software, or hybrid experimentation. The focus is on the music itself: if it resonates, it resonates. No explanation required.

SINCERE IMPOSTER is curated by two musicians, both living within the same body, sharing a singular existence. They identify as Danielle & Dave. They are both psychologically and musically confused, yet extremely and unapologetically sincere.

Influences range from Weird Al and Nathan Fielder to David Lynch, Rosalia, Monatik, Atarashii Gakko!, Rammstein, T-Pain, and T-Swift. 

Danielle & Dave’s favorite inventions include the vacuum and the peach pitter. Their father is simply known as Vessel… who may be an entity or a god.


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